Electric Engagement (3 page)

Carla’s moan turned into a scream as the glass slid into her slick channel. The most sensitive nerves in her body were stimulated in a whole new way as Ryan pumped the wand in and out. It was impossible to think, to form thoughts, to do anything beyond feel as the electricity licked in and out of her. Her muscles fluttered, unaccustomed to the rigid thickness.

“God damn it.” Carla swiveled her hips, squeezing her eyes shut against everything else. She was already on sensory overload. And yet it wasn’t as intense as with the knife. Small blessing.

Ryan increased the speed of thrusts and upped the intensity of the wand. The hum grew louder, as if echoing the tension building inside her.

The increase of power flooding her pussy was enough to make her legs lock into place. It was hard to draw breath, and even her heart seemed about to explode out of her. The wand was an innocent toy, incapable of real injury. It was all in how you used it, and Ryan played it like a master. She gripped the ropes above her head and arched her back, wanting to find some escape from what he was doing to her.

The sensations coursing through her body were good and wicked and bad. She wanted to crawl right out of her skin.

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Ryan.”

He ignored her words, or maybe he replied. She couldn’t tell.

Ryan had forced her to orgasm enough times that she knew the sensation, even savored it, but this was something else altogether. If she came like this, it might destroy her. It was like riding a freight train into a concrete wall while strapped to an electric chair.

The hum increased again. She tossed her head back and whimpered as the muscles in her abdomen began to tremble and jump at each pass of the dildo. She was going to come. He was going to make her.

Ryan’s rough fingers brushed her clit, the touch gentler than when he used his hands to make her come. And yet her overworked nerves coiled tight. Carla tossed her head back and screamed, uncaring if her nosy neighbor heard. Her orgasm rippled through her body, dragging on and on as electricity saturated her nerves, working her synapses overtime. It felt as though it would never end, growing in intensity like a building tsunami until the pleasure crested into pain.

Carla sobbed and sagged against her restraints, unable to take any more.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Red!”

Ryan dropped the violet wand. He didn’t care if the electrode shattered or if it scratched Carla’s gleaming wooden floors. She was his one and only concern. And she’d just called red. That one word put him on high alert.

He grabbed the rope knife he’d hooked on his belt loop, flicked it open and sliced through the ropes holding her left hand over her head. She brought it around his neck and pressed her face into the crook of his shoulder. Even after he’d done wicked things to her, she still reached for him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, clutching her to him with his other hand.

The knife slid through the rope as if it were butter. In a matter of seconds she was free, save for the bits trailing from her limbs. Carla sobbed and her body twitched at irregular intervals. Electrical play did that. The overstimulation of the muscles and residual electricity made them pulse, so to speak. It was unlikely the ropes had hurt her, but he would check over every inch of her body himself. It was his responsibility to care for her, even when she didn’t take care of herself. As her Dominant, lover and an EMT, he took her wellbeing seriously.

“I’m right here. You’re amazing. You did so good.” He whispered words she probably didn’t hear as he sliced away the last of the rope. He grabbed the blanket he’d placed next to the wall and wrapped her up in it. The house was too damn cold for his liking, but she’d insisted it was fine. Now he listened to the chatter of her teeth and cursed the moment he’d caved. He had a problem with telling her no when she got determined—which was how he’d wound up in an edge-play scene he wasn’t sure she was ready for. Knives and electricity were a delicate combination, one he enjoyed, but it was harder on her body.

Carla was such a little thing in his arms as he carried her to the sofa in front of the fireplace. The big Christmas tree wrapped in hundreds of bulbs cast enough light for him to see by for now.

He’d never met anyone who pushed their boundaries as much as Carla. He was in awe of her raw determination not only to stick to what she wanted, but to take ownership of her desires. When he’d met her, she’d been scared of herself, reeling from the emotional abuse of her ex-boyfriend and one second from bolting from the private party she’d been invited to by his friend. Their host had introduced them so Ryan could act as her guide that night since he was unattached, and that had been that. Ryan had known the moment he met her that he wanted her. That she was something special. And she’d felt it too.

The rational part of him knew things were moving too fast—her old-money family never failed to mention it—but he would never let Carla think for a single second that he wasn’t completely in this with her. Which was how he kept finding himself in this position; picking up her pieces after a soul-shattering scene. He wanted to guide her slowly, but she had other ideas.

Carla had found her real self in his arms. He could remember the moment as clearly as if it were yesterday. It had been their fifth scene and the first time they’d agreed to put sex on the table. He’d flogged her and fucked her with a vibrator before laying her on the bed and taking her sweet body. Something about that night, her acceptance and vulnerability, had opened a door between their souls. She was part of him. So how could he tell her no when she told him she wanted to play until he made her call red?

She was amazing and crazy all at the same time. And damn if he didn’t love her for it.

He tucked her head under his chin and she snuggled close, splaying her hands against his chest and side. For long moments neither said a word. He just held her, ignoring the way his dick throbbed. There was nothing more arousing than watching Carla lose herself, trusting him so completely. She’d wormed her way into his heart. He might not deserve her, but she was his.

“Water?” she croaked.

“Right here.” He grabbed a bottle off the side table. Electrical play could really dehydrate a person. He cracked the seal on the bottle and held it to her lips. She didn’t even try to take the bottle from him anymore. This was one point he’d never concede on. She was his to care for. To love.

Carla sucked down half the liquid before turning her head away. She inhaled deeply and he wiped the lingering wetness off her lips with his fingers. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder once more.

“How you feeling? Was it too much?” Ryan steeled himself for her answer as he placed the bottle back on the table.

“I feel like a Jack-in-the-box about to pop out at someone.” She giggled and nuzzled his neck. He was willing to bet she was still lost to him on a cloud of endorphins. “Electricity scares the hell out of me, but I liked it.”

The tightness in his chest unfurled and he sighed, not quite relaxed yet. Someday they were going to find something she didn’t like.

“Show me your wrists.” She’d yanked on the ropes pretty hard. He hadn’t expected her to fight so much.

Carla held out her hands, palms up, for him to examine. There were deep marks, but the skin wasn’t broken and she didn’t appear to feel any discomfort. Despite her pixie size, she didn’t mark or bruise easily.

Ryan pressed a kiss to her forehead and picked up another object from the table. It glinted in the colored lights.

“I take it you want this back, then?” The emerald tones glittered with a depth the electric lights couldn’t recreate.

“I feel naked without it.” Carla held out her left hand, fingers splayed.

He slid the antique gold band onto her finger and watched her smile spread as she wiggled her fingers. It was one of the rare things he’d been able to give her that she couldn’t buy herself. The ring had been in his family for generations, and now it was hers.

“What do you say? Do you still want to marry me?” He’d begun asking the question after each play session. Their relationship had begun so intensely and right on the heels of her break-up. He had to be sure. He’d never reject her for admitting her desires to him, unlike the piece of shit who’d dumped her after going shopping for engagement rings. Ryan couldn’t complain too much—she was his. He couldn’t live without her.

Carla sat up, frowning at him. They were the love story that shouldn’t have happened. The girl from money, the guy from nothing. He couldn’t keep her in the style in which she’d been raised, but he’d make her a hell of a lot happier than she’d been before him.

She placed one hand against his chest and leaned a bit closer. With her regal bone structure, the slightly upturned nose and her bright gray eyes, she could have been a queen. A naked queen, but still a queen.

“When are you going to learn?” Her gaze narrowed. “I’m never going to run from you, Mr. Big Bad Dom Boy. I need what you give me. I crave it.”

An invisible hand clenched Ryan’s heart and it skipped a beat. Carla might be a submissive as far as kink went, but she was a woman of steel. Her family had her pegged all wrong. They thought of her as quiet and a bit of a doormat. He knew her for what she was; a beautiful submissive with strength that far outmatched his.

Ryan dug his hand into her hair, pulled her forward and took her mouth. He nipped her lower lip and kissed her roughly. She’d had the chance to pick a softer, kinder lover, and she’d chosen him.

Carla’s hands slid down his chest and her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. Her deft little fingers slid the button through the hole and he inhaled when she lowered the zipper. She straddled his lap, pushing the blanket off. He thrust his tongue into her mouth the second before she wrapped her hand around his dick. She groaned and squeezed him lightly.

He tore her mouth from his, holding her firmly by the hair. Her lips were damp and a little swollen. Her brown curls were almost out of the clip she’d put in before their play started. In fact it offended him now. Ryan pinched the contraption, freeing her hair, and tossed the claw-tooth clip onto the floor.

“Ride me, babe. But don’t forget, I’ve got a few other toys in mind for that pussy of yours.” He watched her shiver, the slight twitch of a smile she tried to hide from him.

“Yes, Sir.” She pushed his pants farther down his thighs, darting furtive glances his way. As if he wasn’t aware of everything she did.

The strains of “O Come, All Ye Faithful” could be heard from the neighbor’s garage.

Ryan leaned back, releasing her hair to brush her shoulders. Her cheeks were pinker. Carla had grown bold in many areas as they explored her sexuality, but every now and then her shyness resurfaced.

“Make me come, Carla,” he said.

Her smile widened, taking on that confident bent. She pumped him slowly, with a firm hand. To think, in the beginning she hadn’t known how to touch a man, and now she knew how to push his control. He liked to think he’d helped her to discover her well of confidence, but the truth was she didn’t need him nearly as much as she thought she did. He was just the lucky bastard who’d fallen for her first.

He placed his hands over her breasts, treating her gently, mindful of the earlier play. She thrust her chest forward as she rose, eyes heavy-lidded. A few thin red lines stood out under the flickering lights, but not as many as he’d thought.

Good.

He’d mark her again later.

Carla held his cock with one hand, her other on his shoulder. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. She groaned and sank a few inches onto his hard length. He inhaled, savoring the first touch of her wet heat. His gaze lost focus as she rose and fell, working him inside her. She was tight, but her arousal eased his passage.

Damn, but she felt good. He wasn’t used to this yet, being skin to skin. They’d decided to forego condoms since Carla had never gone bareback before and had been on the pill religiously since before they met. Someday his seed would start a life in her belly. He couldn’t wait to start a family with her. By next Christmas, she’d be his wife.

“Ryan.” She moaned his name, leaning in to his hold.

His hands were almost trapped between their bodies as she rose, gliding up his length. He could feel the tremors in her legs. She kissed his lips as she sank slowly back onto him. She rose and fell, head tossed back, building momentum. He stroked his hands over her stomach and back, kissing her when he could—because she deserved to be kissed as often as he could.

Carla rolled her hips. There was no other word for the way she shifted her body while he was inside her. He dug a hand into her hair and forced her to kiss him. Her body softened, sinking onto him further. When he was deep inside her, he lifted his right hand and swatted her ass.

She tore her mouth from his, yelping even as her internal muscles clenched around him.

“O come, ye, o come ye—”

“Yes,” Carla hissed. She rose again, her body trembling.

“Look at me,” he said.

Her eyes snapped open as the chorus kicked in. As she thrust once more onto him, he popped the other side of her bottom. She groaned and lifted in a jerky action that spoke of her body’s need for release.

“Come for me, Carla.” It was a taunt, echoed by the song.

Her brows drew down as she groaned. He didn’t think she was there yet—but she was close. She planted her hands on his shoulders and made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat.

He wondered how long her muscles would hold out after their earlier scene.

“Come on, Carla. I want to see your pretty eyes when you come on my cock.”

He cupped her ass, guiding her and lending his strength. Her breasts slid against his chest and her lips coasted over his cheek, her gasps an erotic song just for him.

God damn, but he had to keep his focus on her. If he could just hold on a little more, he knew she’d orgasm. He dug his fingers into the globes of her ass, urging her on, moving her faster and rougher. She tossed her head back.

“Look at me,” he roared.

Her gaze nearly drifted away, but she latched on to him, her jaw dropping on a silent shout. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing him.